The Stanley Brothers

Angel Band

My latest sun is sinking fast,

My race is nearly run

My strongest trials now are past

My triumph is begun

O come, angel band come and around me stand

O bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home

I know I'm nearing holy ranks

Of friends and kindred dear

I brush the dew of Jordan's banks

The crossing must be near

I've almost gained my heav'nly home

My spirit loudly sings

The holy ones behold they come

I hear the noise of wings

O bear my longing heart to Him

Who bled and died for me

Whose blood now cleanses from all sin

And gives me victory